Archive for the ‘Passion Poetry’ Category

Amanda White

Aduena

“What a beautiful voice she has”
“Sing for me for a while” he says
Convincing her to open up
Only to steal a piece of her soul.

She’s a town girl trying her luck
He’s a city boy raised in the block
Her naïvetés shines conspicuous
As his reputation precedes him.

Ignorance is bliss
But to each its own
Fools always rush in
Where angels fear the tread.

Sic Semper Migrant
Thus always to Tyrants.

“What a unique talent she has
Maybe we can make something of it
We’re in need of new virgins
To keep on feeding this eager city.”

She’s a young girl trying her luck
He’s a sly boy raised in the block
Her nescience glows apparent
It is his chance to take advantage.

Sealed with a kiss
Reason is overthrown
Fascination dashing
Where precious illusions lie dead.

Sic Semper Migrant
Thus always to Tyrants.

She doesn’t know what she’s doing
She plunges her body and soul onto the chasm
With the risk of hitting the pavement
But all of it is worth the trouble, if it’s for love.

Sic Semper Migrant
Thus always to Tyrants.

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A poem I wrote two years ago using the alias “Lauren Black”

High

I’m in love with the way you look at me
With those eyes, so pure, so profound
I’m in love with the way you talk to me
It’s like lost treasure that I have found.

I love the way you laugh, you smile
The way you hold me, so gentle, so firm
What could be happening? Hold awhile
Could I be getting something I can’t confirm?

I’m in love with how you take care of me
With every phone call, every little text
I’m in love with how you seem to love me
But am I taking it all out of context?

I like the way you blush, turn red
The way you sigh, so funny, adorable
What could this be? I must accept
I’m clinging from a ceiling not sure is stable.

You got me getting high on cloud nine
It’s so precious, so luscious, so divine
Tell me, do you love me…?
As much as I do you?
Cause I’d like to know if I’m the only one
Or if you’re in it too?

Another poem by fictional character and pseudonym Alexander Silver

Julia

This is just another story
Another chance to say you’re sorry
And to pretend that you don’t know
All that I’m talking about right now.

Julia
You’re so beautiful in your very own way
I love the way that your eyebrows strain
Every time that you’re happy, every time that you’re mad
I love you when you’re smiling, love you when you’re sad.

This is just another tale
And it will follow you just like a tail
You can pretend that you don’t recur
But it can only be for so long so obscure.

Julia
You’re as sexy hip as you have always been
I love the way you dance, the way you sing
Every time that you’re happy, every time that you’re sad
I love you even when you’re lonely, when you’ve been bad.

This state in your life seems like an energy vacuum
Talk about sudden appraisal, and self-absorption
I can tell it by the way you slide, the way you hum
It’s uncanny the way you find yourself under such conception.

Another poem by fictional character Alexander Silver

Celestial Bodies

I was a star in your sky
When did the night become so dark?
I was a spark in your eye
When did a stone replace your heart?

I was born to love you
You were born to reject me
But there was that moment
That twilight that time shifted.

I was the X in your map
When did you give up finding treasures?
I was the link amid the gap
When did you start burning bridges?

I was born to adore you
You were born to think less of me
But there was a moment
That twilight that time shifted

We are celestial bodies
I am the sun and you’re the moon
And when you wane and wax
I can rest calmly in your arms.

We are two celestial bodies
Me, as the sun, you, as the moon
And when we come together
Our light shines so bright
That it blinds the Earth.

I was born to be with you
I am certain you were born to be with me
Let’s be civil, let’s be nautical, let’s be astronomical
Yes, let’s our bodies merge into an Eclipse.

Ignis

Softly bathe me in your fire
Purify all of my desires
From that touch of your silk skin
To the infinites of my own being.

Afflicted by the reality of this realm
I run and hide under your wings
You intone so delightful and so calm
You redefine the elements of being.

Touch me with your fiery fingertips
Confine me within your golden halo
Just to feel your glow and warmth
I promise to never let go.

Slowly submerge me in your fire
To distill all of my desires
Just a kiss from your holy lips
And a shake of those wicked hips.

Aggrieved by the cruelty of this world
I run to cover behind your tail
Your chant’s so pleasant and so poised
You redefine the fundaments of one’s self.

Caress me with your blazing hands
Restrain me within your angel horns
Just to feel your glow and warmth
With you I always go strong.

Ignis, significant to my singing
You signify my everything…

Watercolor

City of everlasting dreams
Of junkies and children
And everyone in between
City of broken promises
Of hopeless romantics
Superstars’ Shangri-La.

The sun glowing on your face
Makes you forget about the poor man’s disgrace
This is heaven in all of its grace
This is where you belong, yes, this is your place.

L.A., you made me feel like I was in a TV Show
Yes, you made me feel like I am the main character in this feat
We dance for attention, this is how we flow
Spare for some change, so much talent wasted in these streets.

Your skies are like a picture painted in watercolor
It is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.

Step on my face if I made it big
If I am/was truly great,
Maybe you’ll notice me
This city sure smells of melancholy
A child’s daydream
One day we’ll make a breakthrough.

The sun burning on your skin
Reminds you of the hardship of pushing forward
It cannot end if it has not begun
Fill yourself with courage, no sense in being a coward.

L.A., you made me feel like I was an award winner
Yes, you made me feel like this is where I should spend my days
How we beg for real love, assertion’s growing leaner
Spare for some time, so many stories deluded in shorn ways.

Your skies are like a picture painted in watercolor
It is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed
You’re like nothing else, in that I bet my bottom dollar
Your breeze brings to my soul a serene stillness.

You are like an eternal vacation
I wish to bathe in your beaches forever
High by this mirage contemplation
I wish to embark upon this endeavor.

This poem is from a woman’s point of view.

Mary Read

What does it feel to go around the world,
Navigating in the waters of mistreated mistresses?
What are you looking for in this whirlwind?
Only to weight anchor or get motion sickness.

Hand strong on your hat and tight on the helm
Cause now you’re cruising through violent seas
A storm is coming and in your head you know
This is going to be one hell of a turbulent sail.

You think you have the map all figured out
If X marks the spot, you’ll dig out that treasure
But this world still holds many secrets untold
You just make sure not to sail off the edges.

One eye on the lookout for the cutthroat
And the other incisive for the lighthouse
Doesn’t that beacon coming from the coast
Make you glow like a vision, so angelically?

There’s no need for shackles, my dear captain
I’ll be all yours after you’ve tainted my drink.

No need to line your captives up on the plank
I bet they would rather enjoy going for a swim.

What does it feel to go around the world,
Navigating in the waters of mistreated mistresses?
What are you looking for in this whirlwind?
Only to weight anchor or get motion sickness.

Hand strong on your pistol and tight on your sword
Cause now you’re stepping into outlandish lands
A war might be coming your way and you know
This could be the day that the great captain departs.

No need to be scared about the ghosts, no
They will not contend your soul in reprisal.

Oh fear the fleshed ones, my sweet Jack
Waiting at the bottom are submarine huntresses.

What’s that lonely men do sailing for so long?
Lodging their flags in territories unknown
Claiming the soil that isn’t theirs in the name
Of their king, or their queen or of their very own.

Don’t lonely men need some comfort as well?
Before being casted off and sent into sail?
The lustful kisses from a passionate woman
The serenated melody coming from us sirens.

No need to worry about drifting or sinking
All of your crewmen have jumped off your ship.

Come into my arms, dear, dear captain
I will end your journey, right here, right now
You just have found the right woman
One that has built you a home in the depths.